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9:00PM—30 Miles North of Najaf, Iraq.

Having already fired a flare directly towards the vehicle without success, I decide to flash my spotlight three more times. My efforts to communicate with the driver fail, and the car continues straight towards our convoy. I break two glow sticks and wave them in an “X” pattern, trying to get the driver’s attention. He slows a little, acknowledging that he sees me; but the driver chooses not to stop. The sun has just set.